My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 88. Chapter 87. Comfort and Console

Chapter 87. Comfort, comfort.

Xiao Zhi heated up the water and moved the bathtub into the room. He poured the water into it, and the hot steam filled the entire room in an instant.

Cheng Qingzhi took out his clothes and placed them on the small stool next to Qin Liu. He said, "These are my clothes. They may be plain, but they are all new and unworn. You can wear them for now, just don't mind it."

Qin Liu took off half of his clothes, revealing his slender figure underneath.

"And these are the medicinal herbs to treat the scars on your forehead," Cheng Qingzhi said, as he glanced at his figure with his phoenix eyes. . . Apart from having a slim waist, he was nothing special.

Qin Liu held the medicine as if it were a treasure and gratefully said, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome," Cheng Qingzhi felt uncomfortable in his heart. The last person who called him like this was Lin Yuxiu.

Honestly, Cheng Qingzhi didn't like this title, especially between men.

Men are particularly sensitive about age. When a young and beautiful man calls another man "brother," it subtly implies that the other person is older, while they themselves are in their prime.

For men, youth is everything. Once a man reaches 25, he becomes worthless, and women won't even bother to look at him.

He left the room with a gloomy expression and closed the door.

Cheng Songer was sitting in the master bedroom, her elbow resting on the small table, her chin supported by her hand, lost in thought.

When she saw Cheng Qingzhi enter the room, she straightened her body and glanced behind him.

"Did you bring the clothes inside?" she asked.

Cheng Qingzhi nodded, "Yes, I brought them in. They are all clean clothes that I haven't worn."

"My dear husband is the most considerate and understanding," Cheng Songer affectionately kissed him, "Shall we go out this afternoon and buy some beautiful fabric for new clothes?"

Cheng Qingzhi's heart softened, a thorn stuck in his chest. As long as she coaxed him a little, he wouldn't have to exert any effort himself.

He shook his head and said, "Forget it. It's just a few sets of clothes, and I don't have time to make new ones now. The wedding dress isn't finished yet."

"Okay, then let's do it later. That Qin Liu. . ." Cheng Songer circled around, finally getting to the point: "Qin Liu is the person Xu Lengyu is looking for, and his identity is not ordinary. During the time he stayed here, we should still treat him with respect."

Cheng Qingzhi nodded, understanding that Cheng Songer was reminding him.

"This wedding dress. . ." Cheng Songer looked at the clothes that had already been neatly folded beside her and said, "Isn't it already sewn?"

Cheng Qingzhi's expression was gentle. "I've already made yours. Try it on to see if it fits. If there's anything unsuitable, I'll make adjustments."

Cheng Songer took off her outer garment and put on the festive wedding dress. The bright red dress draped over her like flames. Cheng Qingzhi also thoughtfully gave her a red hairband, which she tied on top of her bun. It hung in her hair like a rainbow scorched by the setting sun, accentuating her skin as white as new snow.

At that moment, the door opposite suddenly opened, and Qin Liu, who had changed into Cheng Qingzhi's clothes, stood at the doorway.

For a moment, their eyes met.